Latterly I painted a little again, but at 4 I went to Burlington in an Omnibus.

Ellen was at Ann’s; ― then I saw dear Ann: ― her pain is dreadful. But she never swerves in the least iota from cheerfulness, affection ― patience. Kind words to myself ― & of Ellen, ―& of Sophy Bergmann were the few she spoke: ― but the sickness seemed to come on, so I could not stay ― for exciting her is the worst thing at present.

O! O! O! O! O! O!

I wrote a short line to Sarah: & then walked slowly ― by 6.30 to Sophy Bergmanns.